[FIC] Half-Truths (SPN)
Title: Half-Truths
Authors: yahnkehy and shall0wbay
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Warnings: Pre-series, AU, genderbending, incest, smut, demons, pregnancy and a partridge in a pear tree.
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Pairing/Characters: girl!Sam/Dean, OMC, John, Bobby, YED, Jessica Moore
Summary: Dean has never wanted kids. Ever. Fears them to the point that he runs from pregnant women. So when Sam comes home and announces that she's soon to be a mother, Dean's life gets flipped upside down. The world marches on, and secrets fester, boil over, and two crazy kids are caught in the storm.
Music: Why don't you and I By Santana and Chad Kroeger
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Chapter 2
Bobby sat in the living room beside John on the couch, a bottle of Johnny Walker between them on the coffee table. They’d been sitting in silence since the soft murmurs of Dean and Sam’s voices had died down, neither knowing what to say. “I could ask her to tell me who he is. Might even get an address on the guy. Need to see if he’s just an asshole or something else. Winchester is a mighty well-known name, even among the supernatural; wouldn’t surprise me if one of ‘em tried to get at you and Dean through Sammie.”
John was sitting there listening to his children before they finally stopped talking and he assumed they were asleep. John nodded and looked back to Bobby. "Yeah, good idea. You might at least get something," he said after a second. "I'm going to take a ride up to the school either way, though, once she's settled, and see who I can dig up that she was hanging out with. I heard Dean talking to her on the phone a few times; she had a roommate and all that shit so someone has to know something."
“Sam ain’t gonna look too kindly on you digging into it, but if you tell her you’re gone on a hunt then she won’t question it. Just be careful; she might keep in contact with her friends. She’s got that lap computer, so I’m assuming she’s got an email address, too.” Bobby sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. The whole situation was a clusterfuck, but at least everyone had calmed down a bit. And, well, babies were always happy news, even if they weren’t planned.
John shrugged. "Like I care if she has something else to bitch about, but, yeah; I'll let her think it’s a hunt and I keep a low profile about it. Wish one of us knew more about computers; I'm sure she's got some information hidden in that thing," he said, rubbing at the back of his neck and shaking his head. He should have done more to keep her from going because she was a fucking kid and had no business being a mother.
“Dean’s not too bad with computers. I’ll see if I can suggest that he look and see what he can find. She’ll be mad as a wet cat if she finds out that we’re going around behind her back to find out who this guy is.” Bobby huffed and grabbed the bottle, taking a long, slow gulp before setting it back down with a soft thump. “’s what she gets for trying to keep us in the dark, though.”
"Remind him that her being pissed off at him is less important than finding out who this asshole is," John said fiercely, because his son and his daughter always seemed to go against reason. Otherwise Dean listened but when it came to Sam… "Damn right. This is bullshit. I mean, like you said; this could possibly not be some little college dick that cut and run, it could be more. I hope to God it isn't, though."
“We’ll find out who this guy is, John. Just give it some time.” Bobby clapped a hand to John’s shoulder and then leaned his elbows on his knees, taking his hat off and scrubbing a hand over his head. “You know I’ll help as much as I can. There’s a house in town that’s up for rent, and she can get a job as a waitress at the diner until she’s got to get off her feet. Can’t imagine that girl wanting to sit around this place with three men and nothing to do.”
"Thanks," John said honestly because God knew he was going to need the help. Besides at some point he and Sam were going to want to kill one another and they needed buffers. "Yeah, that's a good idea and I'm sure you're right; she never sat still before, so I doubt she'll start now," he said leaning back. "We can hunt out of the house at least until everything is settled. Besides it will be easier to make sure she's safe if I at least know where she is all the time."
“Renting a place here isn’t going to satisfy her for long, so let that boy of yours work for me when you’re in town on a layover seeing Sam and I’ll pay him. You can’t buy a house on a credit card scam and you know Sam’ll want something permanent.” Bobby grinned and leaned back, dropping his head against the back of the couch.
"Since when do you need any help?" John joked but he was going to seriously owe Bobby and he knew it, though it wasn't the first time. "Tell me about it, she's wanted a home since she could talk and now she finally got one," he answered back and shook his head. "Why do I have the feeling that I just lost both of my kids?" he asked. Wherever there was one, there was the other; didn't matter what he thought or what was planned, his kids clung to one another. Dean loved to hunt but if there was one person or thing he would put it on hold for or give up all together it was his sister.
“Don’t think of it as losin’ them, John. They’ll be safe; Dean will take care of her and she can stay with me when you need help on a hunt.” Bobby scooted away and turned to face his friend. “And, I’m not sure if you’ve realized this or not, but neither of us is getting younger. Dean can pull engines and spend hours buried waist-deep in a car without it setting arthritis acting up.”
"Old enough to be a grandfather at that and I hope so…." John sighed; this was too soon, she was too young and he didn't know what to make of it. "You're falling right into the family taking charge mode, Bobby; it’s kind of weird," he joked. Bobby never seemed the type but then again John mainly knew the man to always have a gun in his hand.
Bobby rolled his eyes and smiled wryly. “I’ll get the number for the house tomorrow while Dean takes Sam to Doc Carver in town. I’ll call Evie down at the diner after I talk with Sam, see if I can get her in if Sam wants to work there.”
"Alright," John said after a moment. "I doubt I'll have to talk Dean into staying. I'll get down there tomorrow and sign whatever papers or whatever I need to do." He just wanted to get everything settled for Sam, make sure she didn't have to worry about anything other than taking care of herself and that kid.
“I think Dean’s more protective of her than even you are; that girl’s gonna have a hard time if she ever tries to date again.” Bobby got to his feet. “Still don’t think he’ll stop hunting for long, though. Once Sam’s had the kid and he has to hear the kid screaming at four in the morning, I expect he’ll head for the hills just to get some sleep.”
"Good, I think she did more than enough dating as it is," John answered, completely serious. "I imagine Dean’s gonna stick to her like glue," he agreed. He had a feeling both of them were going to want to run out once the kid was born. Sam was eighteen; that wasn't old enough to be a mother and that was that.
He patted John’s shoulder again and headed for the stairs. “Get some sleep. We’ll worry about the rest of it in the morning.” Bobby waved over his shoulder and then headed up the steps.
John laughed and decided he was good where he was once Bobby started to head upstairs. Their family had been through some tough shit in the past and this was taking the Goddamn cake.
A thin shaft of sunlight warmed Sam’s thigh where it rested over Dean’s hips, making her uncomfortable. It was already warm in the house, and she’d kicked off the blankets in her sleep to cool off. With a frown, she swiped at her leg without bothering to open her eyes. When that didn’t fix the problem, she cracked an eye open and glared blearily at the offending sunbeam.
Sam lifted her head from Dean’s chest and frowned down at him, not awake enough to remember the day before, and then rolled off the bed. Once on her feet, however, nausea rolled over her stomach and she made a break for the hallway, bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor as she made her way into the bathroom. She kicked the door open, shoved John aside from where he’d been shaving, and barely made it to the toilet where she heaved long and hard, spine bowing with the force of it.
John turned just in time to see Sam throwing up whatever she had in her stomach from the night before. He cracked a smile, not because it was funny but because that was just the start. Any doubt that he had that a real test would tell them anything different was gone and he wiped his face with a towel before reaching behind the sink for a small paper cup. Filling it with water he waited until Sam seemed to be over the worst of it and moved closer to her.
He’d slept but not much so it was no surprise he was up early, as always. The rest of the house was still asleep for the first half hour or so from what he could tell. She was sweating, he could see that and he couldn't imagine waking up to this. "Here," John offered, handing her the cold water before finding a clean wash cloth and wetting it with cold water which he then draped it over the back of her neck.
Greedily, Sam swished and spit, trying to get the taste of bile out of her mouth. The cloth on the back of her neck helped some, but not a whole lot. “God, does this ever end?” she groaned, collapsed on the floor with her elbow resting on the closed toilet lid. She flushed and bounced her head on the lid, rubbing one hand over her upset stomach. “I hate puking. Was it this bad when mom was pregnant with me and Dean?”
John looked into the medicine chest a moment and pushed a few bottles and boxes around. Bobby had a shit load of stuff, so chances were he had something that could help Sam. Maybe not in the long run but something to settle her stomach. He cleared his throat and found a bottle of Vitamin B and reached for the cup again to refill it.
He smirked. "For the first three or four months, yeah," John admitted. "After a few months, though, your body will start to get more used to it and it will get better. Whenever you think you can handle it, take two of these it should help settle your stomach."
“Well, let’s hope it’s only three months; I don’t know that I could handle this another two months,” Sam grumbled and pushed herself to her feet, feeling shaky and unsteady. She took the bottle, shook a few out into her hand, and knocked them back with a quick gulp of water, grimacing as they went down.
"The doctor will give you something better to help in the mornings. There’s a lot to do with what you do but I'm sure they'll get into all that with you," John explained as he looked her over a minute. "I'm going to head out a little later; Bobby's got a house in mind that we should be able to use. Anything you want me to pick up for you?" For all he knew she could have started to have those weird ass cravings alright. "Your mom had some weird cravings when she was expecting, half the stuff she ate she hated otherwise."
“Ugh, no food right now. I don’t need anything, but Dean might so let me ask him.” Sam stumbled out of the bathroom, rubbing her stomach and grumbling under her breath. She needed a toothbrush and some mouthwash, but she’d have to grab it from her bag and she’d do that while she woke Dean up.
John raised an eyebrow, that was only going to last so long, he knew that for a fact. At some point she would be all over three meals a day and some more. It was normal, though, so he wasn't worried. Still, he would feel much better once they got her to a doctor and had her checked out. As she moved he turned back to the mirror to finish up.
Sam tiptoed into the bedroom, got her toothbrush and toiletry bag, and then crawled up on the bed with Dean. She crawled up and sat on his hips, grinning as his morning erection pressed into the hollow where hip met groin. “Dean,” she whispered, plucking at one of his nipples. “Dean,” she called a bit louder, scraping her nails lightly over his chest. “Baby, wake up.”
Dean groaned and shifted but didn't get very far with Sam sitting on him. He blinked once, confused for a second as he looked around the room and rubbed his eyes. He had slept pretty well, all things considered; in fact, he slept very good. He licked his lips and smiled, shaking his head and pressed his lips together. "Hey, none of that type of stuff until after the fourth month or whatever," he joked.
“Why, it’s not like I can get knocked up again,” Sam replied, a wide grin on her mouth. It faded after a minute and she reluctantly slid off of him. “So, I knocked dad over a few minutes ago. Woke up nauseated and literally shoved him out of the way.” Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “But, anyway, he said that Uncle Bobby referred him to a house for rent in town and he’s going to check it out while you take me to the doctor.”
"Yeah well, you can get away with a lot right now so get a few shoves in there for me, would you?" Dean joked, well half joked because sometimes… as much as he loved his dad it was not easy. "Christ, those two work fast." He was surprised but glad at the news. He pushed himself up and nodded. "I just need to get a shower to wake up and I'll see if Bobby knows any doctors close by and with any luck not some old guy."
“Be sure you take care of that wood while you’re in the shower. You could put an eye out with that thing,” Sam teased as she slid off the bed and headed out of the room and toward the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"Thanks for the tip," he called out, getting up to grab a t-shirt. He stretched and looked over at her back as she turned to leave. Oddly enough morning hard-ons were how they had started. Well, that and Sam being pretty eager about trying it, which, of course, Dean found himself all over.
Sam brushed her teeth twice, gargled until her mouth burned, and took her time just so that she could make Dean wait to get his shower. Since both Bobby and John were in the house, he wouldn’t come into the bathroom while she was in there, and she wanted to prove that she was still the bratty younger sister even if she was carrying his kid.
Dean just stayed in the bedroom and tried to wait for Sam to get her ass out of the bathroom but he was starting to get annoyed. One he did have to take a freaking piss, you know? Two he wanted to shower so he could go down stairs and get come coffee. "Sam, didn't they teach you anything about sharing while you were at college?" he called out from the doorway of the bedroom.
Giggling, Sam cracked the door open and crooked a finger at him, beckoning him over.
Dean cocked an eyebrow and looked around the hallway a second before sighing and moving towards the door. "If I get a cup of water in the face or some shit I swear to God, Sammie…"
Grinning wide, Sam pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door. She pushed him against it and pulled him down for a hard kiss. “Good morning,” she breathed against his mouth. “I’ve missed saying that to you for two months.”
For someone so damn small she could be pretty tough. He just laughed softly as he was pushed against the door. “You know, I have heard that pregnant women get really horny, so if this is just the start…" he trailed off as their lips met and his hands found her hips pulling her into him as his mouth opened up to kiss her deeper.
Sam moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Dean’s neck and pulling herself closer. This, right here, was what had gotten her into this situation to begin with, but it was too good to give up. In a way, it was more thrilling just knowing that John and Bobby were in the house while she made out with Dean. The danger of getting caught just made her more eager to jerk his boxers down and suck him off right there.
Dean had missed Sam. It was weird because one would think that a grown man wouldn't want or need his sister around twenty-four/seven, but he did. He loved her and he never would be one to go for wine and roses but he sort of didn't know what to do with himself when she wasn't around. He slid his hand behind her back and picked her up to wrap her legs around her waist. Pushing back gently, he sat her on the sink counter without breaking the kiss.
Shivery and excited, Sam slid a hand between them and shoved her hand into Dean’s boxers, curling her fist around the warm length of his dick. She groaned into his mouth, reveling in the feel of him in her hand, pressed against her, devouring her mouth. She tightened her legs around his hips so that she could feel every pull as she slowly jerked him off.
Dean inhaled a sharp breath as Sam wrapped her hand around his already hard and leaking cock. He moaned into the kiss and bent her back, shoving his tongue into her mouth and licking away at her like a man on a mission. He pushed against her and bit her bottom lip before moving on and kissing down her neck and up again, biting on her ear lobe; anything to keep himself from moaning too loud. John and Bobby were downstairs and the shit storm that would come down on them if they were caught was insane but thrilled him nonetheless.
Sam braced a hand behind her and let go of Dean’s dick only long enough to push his boxers down under his balls and to pull the loose leg of her sleep shorts to the side, then she gripped him again and rubbed the leaking tip against herself, slicking him a bit, before arching her hips up to get him inside her.
Dean pushed against her, her skin hot along the nerves of his dick. Pulling back slightly to give them both room, he pushed inside her. Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, he bit her and gripped her hips tightly, pushing deeper. He shuddered, his dick pulsing inside her. God, he had missed this.
A soft sigh of pleasure left Sam’s mouth and she pulled her legs away from Dean’s hips, instead bracing her feet on the edge of the counter and dropping her other hand behind her to help keep her balance. They’d never fucked while John had been in the house, and definitely not while John and Bobby were nearby, but just knowing that their two parental figures were just downstairs having coffee added extra spice to an already hot encounter.
Sam hadn’t actually intended to push things into sex, but there was no way she was going to stop now. Having Dean inside her again, without a condom, was probably the best sensation on the planet. She fought not to make any noise, instead panting and kissing her way down his neck to bite down on the curve where shoulder and neck met. She used the leverage of her feet braced on the counter to rock into Dean’s slow thrusts, shivering every time he pressed in deep.
Dean couldn't help himself with Sam, he loved to be down deep inside her because she was so tight and wet and it made him want to fuck for hours. They had come close every now and then because it seemed to be a family thing to have a very healthy sex drive. He pulled out and pushed into her again, deep, long, tight thrusts, pleasure pulsing through his body.
He sighed biting her neck hard only to pull back. If John saw her this morning there was no sense in leaving suspicious marks. Instead he kissed her again. She felt fantastic wrapped around his dick and he hadn't realized how much he had missed this until he had it again. Ignoring shit was something Dean was great at but ignoring Sam was impossible.
The rocking was making her head spin, or was that just the effect Dean had on her? Either way, Sam pulled one hand forward and fisted it in Dean’s tee shirt to get his attention, and then pushed firmly at his chest to get him to back off. She dropped her feet to the floor, shivering as he slipped out of her. “Wait, need to change position,” she breathed, and then went up on tiptoe to crush his mouth in a hungry kiss.
Sam let go and put her back to Dean, shoving her shorts down under her ass before leaning down and bracing her forearms on the bathroom counter, looking over her shoulder at her brother. “Come on, come on,” she urged, reaching back with one hand to pull him against her. “Need you, Dean.”
Dean watched as she tugged at him. The idea of motion sickness not even entering his head at first as he reached down to adjust himself and pull his boxers off the rest of the way to give him more room.
This was new but he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. Dean came up behind her and used his hand to spread her legs and pushed against her. Giving it a second, he pulled back and pushed in sliding right into place as he held her hips to keep pace easier. "Christ, Sammie, you are so…" He couldn't really finish the thought, lust taking over and telling him to shut his mouth and just fuck her stupid. He needed to get inside her and he needed to feel her.
She rocked forward as he pushed in and had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. One hand slapped to the mirror and she tipped her head back, watching them through half-lidded eyes. Christ, never had Sam seen a sight more erotic than the one playing out in the mirror right in front of her face.
Dean stood behind her, his head tipped down, strong hands gripping her hips as his body rolled and thrust, and Sam was panting, cheeks flushed with desire and lust, eyes glazed as she devoured the sight. “Look,” she gasped and tipped her hips higher, legs parting further to get him deeper inside her. “Look at us,” she panted, breath fogging the mirror softly with each exhale.
Dean rode her deep and hard, making up for lost time. He normally wasn't quiet during sex but he was really trying his best this time around. Sweat broke out on his skin and he slid in and out of her with ease. Wasn't enough though, he needed more, to get deeper and harder and-oh fuck.
His eyes opened and he looked towards the mirror, panting as he reached around to slip his first two fingers into her. She was slick and wet and the thought of tasting her passed through his mind a moment. Finding her clit, Dean started to rub it and smirked, biting her neck again. "So fucking hot," he gasped. "Watching you come, believe me there isn't anything hotter."
A hard shudder wracked Sam’s small frame and she pressed her cheek to the mirror, dazedly watching Dean’s eyes in the reflection. “Oh God, Dean,” she whined and then bit her lip to hold back the cry that was building in her throat. She swallowed hard, panting fast and breathless, and forced the scream down. “D-do it,” she whispered as she lifted her arm and draped back over Dean’s neck. “G-gonna come,” she warned, eyes dilating rapidly. “Fuck me, fuck me, oh god, fuck me harder.”
"Come baby, come for me," Dean demanded as his free hand gripped her hip, nails digging into her skin. He shuddered as he felt her muscles moving, opening and clenching against him. He growled; a deep and dangerous noise that he shoved in the back of his throat to keep it from breaking out. His fingers moved hard, pressing and rubbing, trying to draw a strong reaction from her. "Mine, Sammie," he groaned against her skin trying to muffle the noise. His own release was building, he moved from her hip to her chest rubbing her breast possessively. "Going to fucking fill you up," he gasped.
She bucked and convulsed, face pressed hard against the mirror and mouth open as she came, clenching down around him like a vice. She could feel the hard moans building in her throat and clamped a hand over her mouth, barely muffling the choked cry of Dean’s name.
He drove into her hard as she came around his dick and sucked in a harsh breath as he pulsed and shot what felt like buckets of hot and sticky come into her. He choked down the moans of her name as best he could, bracing one hand against the mirror.
Sam gasped and panted as she came down, a satisfied and pleased smile bowing her lips. “Love you, Dean,” she breathed, content and lazy like a cat stretched out in the sunshine.
"Love you, too, Sammie," Dean muttered, still trying to catch his breath. He licked his lips and just stayed put for a second, buried inside her, tired and content. He sighed and licked his lips as he ran his tongue over her skin softly a second before Bobby's voice drew him back to reality.
“You two had better be down in ten minutes!” Bobby’s voice called from downstairs. “You’ve got an appointment with Doc Carver in half an hour!”
Sam groaned and wrinkled her nose. She’d have to clean up really well if she didn’t want the doctor to see her sloppy with Dean’s come. She grinned a moment later, though. She could get used to this; having Dean inside her without a condom. Sure, it was messier, but she could actually feel him all wet and softening inside her. “Bobby’s got great timing. If he’d said that two minutes earlier…”
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out of her with a wet-slick sound and made a face looking at the door. "Yeah, that would have been fun," he answered back with a smile. "I get the shower first unless you want to share," he said, turning it on and getting in after pulling his shirt off.
“I would, but I think I’d better wait. No telling where dad’s at, and if he comes looking for me only to find both of us missing… yeah, no. When we get our own place and dad goes back to hunting, I’ll make it up to you by blowing you in the shower every morning.” Sam grabbed some tissue and wiped away the slick come rolling down her thighs before pulling her shorts up and sneaking out of the bathroom.
Dean smiled as the hot water ran over his body. It felt nice on his relaxed and still hot skin he ran a hand over his face and down his hair as reached for the soap. He would be quick, out of the shower within a few minutes and off to the doctor’s. Dude, he was going to be sitting in a female doctor's office waiting room. What the fuck?
Bobby was waiting when Sam stepped into hers and Dean’s room and she fought not to freeze or blush and give herself away. She wasn’t ashamed of what she and Dean did, but it wasn’t exactly legal. In any state. “Hey, Bobby. Why’re you in here?”
“Figured I’d talk to ya while Dean’s showering and your daddy’s stuffing his face.” Bobby leaned against the wall by the window, arms crossed over his chest. “Got a line on a job if you want it. Diner down on main is looking for a waitress, and if I call Evie she’ll give you the job without asking too many questions. She’ll even make sure you get maternity leave through the state, if you want it.”
Relieved that he hadn’t heard her and Dean’s… liaison in the bathroom, Sam grabbed her bag from the floor and dropped it on the bed before pawing around for clean clothes. “Sure, I’d love a job. I don’t have school to hold me back and I’ll need the money since we can’t really run a credit card scam in a place we’re staying for awhile. Or, well, a place I’m staying for awhile.”
“Yeah, no. Your daddy’s gonna get you and Dean set up in the house and then take off on a hunt, most likely. Dean’ll be working for me and keeping an eye on you while he’s gone. It’ll be easier on you to have your own place, though.” Bobby frowned when Sam’s lips turned down at the mention of Dean keeping an eye on her, and he held up a hand to stall her. “And before you can start complaining that you don’t need to be watched like a kid, lemme tell you it ain’t like that. He’s gonna keep an eye on you because pregnant girls need attention. Simple as that.”
Sam sighed and shook her head. “So, is Doc Carver a man or a woman?”
“Woman, ‘bout as old as dirt, but she’s a good doctor. Figured you wouldn’t want some male doctor all in your business, so I made sure she had a free spot to give you the once over.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” Sam murmured and went over to him, hugging him hard and fast before backing off.
“So, you gonna tell me who got you knocked up?” Bobby asked, unapologetic and determined.
Sam sighed again and shook her head. “I can’t tell you that, Bobby. God knows I wish I could, but I can’t.”
Bobby grunted and shook his head. “Figured I’d give it a try, anyway. You’ll tell me when you can’t keep it to yourself anymore, I figure. You never could keep secrets from me.”
“Yeah, maybe. But, if I ever do tell you, you can’t tell dad or Dean. They’d… they wouldn’t take it very well.” Sam grinned wryly. Hell, Bobby wouldn’t take it well, and he was one of the most open minded individuals that she knew.
“Get a shower and get your ass downstairs. You and Dean are to go to the house after the doctor so you can decide if you can stand living there for more than a week. If not, we’ll find you somewhere else.” Bobby scruffed his hand through her short hair and then left her alone.
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Authors: yahnkehy and shall0wbay
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Warnings: Pre-series, AU, genderbending, incest, smut, demons, pregnancy and a partridge in a pear tree.
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Pairing/Characters: girl!Sam/Dean, OMC, John, Bobby, YED, Jessica Moore
Summary: Dean has never wanted kids. Ever. Fears them to the point that he runs from pregnant women. So when Sam comes home and announces that she's soon to be a mother, Dean's life gets flipped upside down. The world marches on, and secrets fester, boil over, and two crazy kids are caught in the storm.
Music: Why don't you and I By Santana and Chad Kroeger
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Chapter 2
Bobby sat in the living room beside John on the couch, a bottle of Johnny Walker between them on the coffee table. They’d been sitting in silence since the soft murmurs of Dean and Sam’s voices had died down, neither knowing what to say. “I could ask her to tell me who he is. Might even get an address on the guy. Need to see if he’s just an asshole or something else. Winchester is a mighty well-known name, even among the supernatural; wouldn’t surprise me if one of ‘em tried to get at you and Dean through Sammie.”
John was sitting there listening to his children before they finally stopped talking and he assumed they were asleep. John nodded and looked back to Bobby. "Yeah, good idea. You might at least get something," he said after a second. "I'm going to take a ride up to the school either way, though, once she's settled, and see who I can dig up that she was hanging out with. I heard Dean talking to her on the phone a few times; she had a roommate and all that shit so someone has to know something."
“Sam ain’t gonna look too kindly on you digging into it, but if you tell her you’re gone on a hunt then she won’t question it. Just be careful; she might keep in contact with her friends. She’s got that lap computer, so I’m assuming she’s got an email address, too.” Bobby sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. The whole situation was a clusterfuck, but at least everyone had calmed down a bit. And, well, babies were always happy news, even if they weren’t planned.
John shrugged. "Like I care if she has something else to bitch about, but, yeah; I'll let her think it’s a hunt and I keep a low profile about it. Wish one of us knew more about computers; I'm sure she's got some information hidden in that thing," he said, rubbing at the back of his neck and shaking his head. He should have done more to keep her from going because she was a fucking kid and had no business being a mother.
“Dean’s not too bad with computers. I’ll see if I can suggest that he look and see what he can find. She’ll be mad as a wet cat if she finds out that we’re going around behind her back to find out who this guy is.” Bobby huffed and grabbed the bottle, taking a long, slow gulp before setting it back down with a soft thump. “’s what she gets for trying to keep us in the dark, though.”
"Remind him that her being pissed off at him is less important than finding out who this asshole is," John said fiercely, because his son and his daughter always seemed to go against reason. Otherwise Dean listened but when it came to Sam… "Damn right. This is bullshit. I mean, like you said; this could possibly not be some little college dick that cut and run, it could be more. I hope to God it isn't, though."
“We’ll find out who this guy is, John. Just give it some time.” Bobby clapped a hand to John’s shoulder and then leaned his elbows on his knees, taking his hat off and scrubbing a hand over his head. “You know I’ll help as much as I can. There’s a house in town that’s up for rent, and she can get a job as a waitress at the diner until she’s got to get off her feet. Can’t imagine that girl wanting to sit around this place with three men and nothing to do.”
"Thanks," John said honestly because God knew he was going to need the help. Besides at some point he and Sam were going to want to kill one another and they needed buffers. "Yeah, that's a good idea and I'm sure you're right; she never sat still before, so I doubt she'll start now," he said leaning back. "We can hunt out of the house at least until everything is settled. Besides it will be easier to make sure she's safe if I at least know where she is all the time."
“Renting a place here isn’t going to satisfy her for long, so let that boy of yours work for me when you’re in town on a layover seeing Sam and I’ll pay him. You can’t buy a house on a credit card scam and you know Sam’ll want something permanent.” Bobby grinned and leaned back, dropping his head against the back of the couch.
"Since when do you need any help?" John joked but he was going to seriously owe Bobby and he knew it, though it wasn't the first time. "Tell me about it, she's wanted a home since she could talk and now she finally got one," he answered back and shook his head. "Why do I have the feeling that I just lost both of my kids?" he asked. Wherever there was one, there was the other; didn't matter what he thought or what was planned, his kids clung to one another. Dean loved to hunt but if there was one person or thing he would put it on hold for or give up all together it was his sister.
“Don’t think of it as losin’ them, John. They’ll be safe; Dean will take care of her and she can stay with me when you need help on a hunt.” Bobby scooted away and turned to face his friend. “And, I’m not sure if you’ve realized this or not, but neither of us is getting younger. Dean can pull engines and spend hours buried waist-deep in a car without it setting arthritis acting up.”
"Old enough to be a grandfather at that and I hope so…." John sighed; this was too soon, she was too young and he didn't know what to make of it. "You're falling right into the family taking charge mode, Bobby; it’s kind of weird," he joked. Bobby never seemed the type but then again John mainly knew the man to always have a gun in his hand.
Bobby rolled his eyes and smiled wryly. “I’ll get the number for the house tomorrow while Dean takes Sam to Doc Carver in town. I’ll call Evie down at the diner after I talk with Sam, see if I can get her in if Sam wants to work there.”
"Alright," John said after a moment. "I doubt I'll have to talk Dean into staying. I'll get down there tomorrow and sign whatever papers or whatever I need to do." He just wanted to get everything settled for Sam, make sure she didn't have to worry about anything other than taking care of herself and that kid.
“I think Dean’s more protective of her than even you are; that girl’s gonna have a hard time if she ever tries to date again.” Bobby got to his feet. “Still don’t think he’ll stop hunting for long, though. Once Sam’s had the kid and he has to hear the kid screaming at four in the morning, I expect he’ll head for the hills just to get some sleep.”
"Good, I think she did more than enough dating as it is," John answered, completely serious. "I imagine Dean’s gonna stick to her like glue," he agreed. He had a feeling both of them were going to want to run out once the kid was born. Sam was eighteen; that wasn't old enough to be a mother and that was that.
He patted John’s shoulder again and headed for the stairs. “Get some sleep. We’ll worry about the rest of it in the morning.” Bobby waved over his shoulder and then headed up the steps.
John laughed and decided he was good where he was once Bobby started to head upstairs. Their family had been through some tough shit in the past and this was taking the Goddamn cake.
A thin shaft of sunlight warmed Sam’s thigh where it rested over Dean’s hips, making her uncomfortable. It was already warm in the house, and she’d kicked off the blankets in her sleep to cool off. With a frown, she swiped at her leg without bothering to open her eyes. When that didn’t fix the problem, she cracked an eye open and glared blearily at the offending sunbeam.
Sam lifted her head from Dean’s chest and frowned down at him, not awake enough to remember the day before, and then rolled off the bed. Once on her feet, however, nausea rolled over her stomach and she made a break for the hallway, bare feet slapping on the hardwood floor as she made her way into the bathroom. She kicked the door open, shoved John aside from where he’d been shaving, and barely made it to the toilet where she heaved long and hard, spine bowing with the force of it.
John turned just in time to see Sam throwing up whatever she had in her stomach from the night before. He cracked a smile, not because it was funny but because that was just the start. Any doubt that he had that a real test would tell them anything different was gone and he wiped his face with a towel before reaching behind the sink for a small paper cup. Filling it with water he waited until Sam seemed to be over the worst of it and moved closer to her.
He’d slept but not much so it was no surprise he was up early, as always. The rest of the house was still asleep for the first half hour or so from what he could tell. She was sweating, he could see that and he couldn't imagine waking up to this. "Here," John offered, handing her the cold water before finding a clean wash cloth and wetting it with cold water which he then draped it over the back of her neck.
Greedily, Sam swished and spit, trying to get the taste of bile out of her mouth. The cloth on the back of her neck helped some, but not a whole lot. “God, does this ever end?” she groaned, collapsed on the floor with her elbow resting on the closed toilet lid. She flushed and bounced her head on the lid, rubbing one hand over her upset stomach. “I hate puking. Was it this bad when mom was pregnant with me and Dean?”
John looked into the medicine chest a moment and pushed a few bottles and boxes around. Bobby had a shit load of stuff, so chances were he had something that could help Sam. Maybe not in the long run but something to settle her stomach. He cleared his throat and found a bottle of Vitamin B and reached for the cup again to refill it.
He smirked. "For the first three or four months, yeah," John admitted. "After a few months, though, your body will start to get more used to it and it will get better. Whenever you think you can handle it, take two of these it should help settle your stomach."
“Well, let’s hope it’s only three months; I don’t know that I could handle this another two months,” Sam grumbled and pushed herself to her feet, feeling shaky and unsteady. She took the bottle, shook a few out into her hand, and knocked them back with a quick gulp of water, grimacing as they went down.
"The doctor will give you something better to help in the mornings. There’s a lot to do with what you do but I'm sure they'll get into all that with you," John explained as he looked her over a minute. "I'm going to head out a little later; Bobby's got a house in mind that we should be able to use. Anything you want me to pick up for you?" For all he knew she could have started to have those weird ass cravings alright. "Your mom had some weird cravings when she was expecting, half the stuff she ate she hated otherwise."
“Ugh, no food right now. I don’t need anything, but Dean might so let me ask him.” Sam stumbled out of the bathroom, rubbing her stomach and grumbling under her breath. She needed a toothbrush and some mouthwash, but she’d have to grab it from her bag and she’d do that while she woke Dean up.
John raised an eyebrow, that was only going to last so long, he knew that for a fact. At some point she would be all over three meals a day and some more. It was normal, though, so he wasn't worried. Still, he would feel much better once they got her to a doctor and had her checked out. As she moved he turned back to the mirror to finish up.
Sam tiptoed into the bedroom, got her toothbrush and toiletry bag, and then crawled up on the bed with Dean. She crawled up and sat on his hips, grinning as his morning erection pressed into the hollow where hip met groin. “Dean,” she whispered, plucking at one of his nipples. “Dean,” she called a bit louder, scraping her nails lightly over his chest. “Baby, wake up.”
Dean groaned and shifted but didn't get very far with Sam sitting on him. He blinked once, confused for a second as he looked around the room and rubbed his eyes. He had slept pretty well, all things considered; in fact, he slept very good. He licked his lips and smiled, shaking his head and pressed his lips together. "Hey, none of that type of stuff until after the fourth month or whatever," he joked.
“Why, it’s not like I can get knocked up again,” Sam replied, a wide grin on her mouth. It faded after a minute and she reluctantly slid off of him. “So, I knocked dad over a few minutes ago. Woke up nauseated and literally shoved him out of the way.” Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “But, anyway, he said that Uncle Bobby referred him to a house for rent in town and he’s going to check it out while you take me to the doctor.”
"Yeah well, you can get away with a lot right now so get a few shoves in there for me, would you?" Dean joked, well half joked because sometimes… as much as he loved his dad it was not easy. "Christ, those two work fast." He was surprised but glad at the news. He pushed himself up and nodded. "I just need to get a shower to wake up and I'll see if Bobby knows any doctors close by and with any luck not some old guy."
“Be sure you take care of that wood while you’re in the shower. You could put an eye out with that thing,” Sam teased as she slid off the bed and headed out of the room and toward the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"Thanks for the tip," he called out, getting up to grab a t-shirt. He stretched and looked over at her back as she turned to leave. Oddly enough morning hard-ons were how they had started. Well, that and Sam being pretty eager about trying it, which, of course, Dean found himself all over.
Sam brushed her teeth twice, gargled until her mouth burned, and took her time just so that she could make Dean wait to get his shower. Since both Bobby and John were in the house, he wouldn’t come into the bathroom while she was in there, and she wanted to prove that she was still the bratty younger sister even if she was carrying his kid.
Dean just stayed in the bedroom and tried to wait for Sam to get her ass out of the bathroom but he was starting to get annoyed. One he did have to take a freaking piss, you know? Two he wanted to shower so he could go down stairs and get come coffee. "Sam, didn't they teach you anything about sharing while you were at college?" he called out from the doorway of the bedroom.
Giggling, Sam cracked the door open and crooked a finger at him, beckoning him over.
Dean cocked an eyebrow and looked around the hallway a second before sighing and moving towards the door. "If I get a cup of water in the face or some shit I swear to God, Sammie…"
Grinning wide, Sam pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door. She pushed him against it and pulled him down for a hard kiss. “Good morning,” she breathed against his mouth. “I’ve missed saying that to you for two months.”
For someone so damn small she could be pretty tough. He just laughed softly as he was pushed against the door. “You know, I have heard that pregnant women get really horny, so if this is just the start…" he trailed off as their lips met and his hands found her hips pulling her into him as his mouth opened up to kiss her deeper.
Sam moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Dean’s neck and pulling herself closer. This, right here, was what had gotten her into this situation to begin with, but it was too good to give up. In a way, it was more thrilling just knowing that John and Bobby were in the house while she made out with Dean. The danger of getting caught just made her more eager to jerk his boxers down and suck him off right there.
Dean had missed Sam. It was weird because one would think that a grown man wouldn't want or need his sister around twenty-four/seven, but he did. He loved her and he never would be one to go for wine and roses but he sort of didn't know what to do with himself when she wasn't around. He slid his hand behind her back and picked her up to wrap her legs around her waist. Pushing back gently, he sat her on the sink counter without breaking the kiss.
Shivery and excited, Sam slid a hand between them and shoved her hand into Dean’s boxers, curling her fist around the warm length of his dick. She groaned into his mouth, reveling in the feel of him in her hand, pressed against her, devouring her mouth. She tightened her legs around his hips so that she could feel every pull as she slowly jerked him off.
Dean inhaled a sharp breath as Sam wrapped her hand around his already hard and leaking cock. He moaned into the kiss and bent her back, shoving his tongue into her mouth and licking away at her like a man on a mission. He pushed against her and bit her bottom lip before moving on and kissing down her neck and up again, biting on her ear lobe; anything to keep himself from moaning too loud. John and Bobby were downstairs and the shit storm that would come down on them if they were caught was insane but thrilled him nonetheless.
Sam braced a hand behind her and let go of Dean’s dick only long enough to push his boxers down under his balls and to pull the loose leg of her sleep shorts to the side, then she gripped him again and rubbed the leaking tip against herself, slicking him a bit, before arching her hips up to get him inside her.
Dean pushed against her, her skin hot along the nerves of his dick. Pulling back slightly to give them both room, he pushed inside her. Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, he bit her and gripped her hips tightly, pushing deeper. He shuddered, his dick pulsing inside her. God, he had missed this.
A soft sigh of pleasure left Sam’s mouth and she pulled her legs away from Dean’s hips, instead bracing her feet on the edge of the counter and dropping her other hand behind her to help keep her balance. They’d never fucked while John had been in the house, and definitely not while John and Bobby were nearby, but just knowing that their two parental figures were just downstairs having coffee added extra spice to an already hot encounter.
Sam hadn’t actually intended to push things into sex, but there was no way she was going to stop now. Having Dean inside her again, without a condom, was probably the best sensation on the planet. She fought not to make any noise, instead panting and kissing her way down his neck to bite down on the curve where shoulder and neck met. She used the leverage of her feet braced on the counter to rock into Dean’s slow thrusts, shivering every time he pressed in deep.
Dean couldn't help himself with Sam, he loved to be down deep inside her because she was so tight and wet and it made him want to fuck for hours. They had come close every now and then because it seemed to be a family thing to have a very healthy sex drive. He pulled out and pushed into her again, deep, long, tight thrusts, pleasure pulsing through his body.
He sighed biting her neck hard only to pull back. If John saw her this morning there was no sense in leaving suspicious marks. Instead he kissed her again. She felt fantastic wrapped around his dick and he hadn't realized how much he had missed this until he had it again. Ignoring shit was something Dean was great at but ignoring Sam was impossible.
The rocking was making her head spin, or was that just the effect Dean had on her? Either way, Sam pulled one hand forward and fisted it in Dean’s tee shirt to get his attention, and then pushed firmly at his chest to get him to back off. She dropped her feet to the floor, shivering as he slipped out of her. “Wait, need to change position,” she breathed, and then went up on tiptoe to crush his mouth in a hungry kiss.
Sam let go and put her back to Dean, shoving her shorts down under her ass before leaning down and bracing her forearms on the bathroom counter, looking over her shoulder at her brother. “Come on, come on,” she urged, reaching back with one hand to pull him against her. “Need you, Dean.”
Dean watched as she tugged at him. The idea of motion sickness not even entering his head at first as he reached down to adjust himself and pull his boxers off the rest of the way to give him more room.
This was new but he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. Dean came up behind her and used his hand to spread her legs and pushed against her. Giving it a second, he pulled back and pushed in sliding right into place as he held her hips to keep pace easier. "Christ, Sammie, you are so…" He couldn't really finish the thought, lust taking over and telling him to shut his mouth and just fuck her stupid. He needed to get inside her and he needed to feel her.
She rocked forward as he pushed in and had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. One hand slapped to the mirror and she tipped her head back, watching them through half-lidded eyes. Christ, never had Sam seen a sight more erotic than the one playing out in the mirror right in front of her face.
Dean stood behind her, his head tipped down, strong hands gripping her hips as his body rolled and thrust, and Sam was panting, cheeks flushed with desire and lust, eyes glazed as she devoured the sight. “Look,” she gasped and tipped her hips higher, legs parting further to get him deeper inside her. “Look at us,” she panted, breath fogging the mirror softly with each exhale.
Dean rode her deep and hard, making up for lost time. He normally wasn't quiet during sex but he was really trying his best this time around. Sweat broke out on his skin and he slid in and out of her with ease. Wasn't enough though, he needed more, to get deeper and harder and-oh fuck.
His eyes opened and he looked towards the mirror, panting as he reached around to slip his first two fingers into her. She was slick and wet and the thought of tasting her passed through his mind a moment. Finding her clit, Dean started to rub it and smirked, biting her neck again. "So fucking hot," he gasped. "Watching you come, believe me there isn't anything hotter."
A hard shudder wracked Sam’s small frame and she pressed her cheek to the mirror, dazedly watching Dean’s eyes in the reflection. “Oh God, Dean,” she whined and then bit her lip to hold back the cry that was building in her throat. She swallowed hard, panting fast and breathless, and forced the scream down. “D-do it,” she whispered as she lifted her arm and draped back over Dean’s neck. “G-gonna come,” she warned, eyes dilating rapidly. “Fuck me, fuck me, oh god, fuck me harder.”
"Come baby, come for me," Dean demanded as his free hand gripped her hip, nails digging into her skin. He shuddered as he felt her muscles moving, opening and clenching against him. He growled; a deep and dangerous noise that he shoved in the back of his throat to keep it from breaking out. His fingers moved hard, pressing and rubbing, trying to draw a strong reaction from her. "Mine, Sammie," he groaned against her skin trying to muffle the noise. His own release was building, he moved from her hip to her chest rubbing her breast possessively. "Going to fucking fill you up," he gasped.
She bucked and convulsed, face pressed hard against the mirror and mouth open as she came, clenching down around him like a vice. She could feel the hard moans building in her throat and clamped a hand over her mouth, barely muffling the choked cry of Dean’s name.
He drove into her hard as she came around his dick and sucked in a harsh breath as he pulsed and shot what felt like buckets of hot and sticky come into her. He choked down the moans of her name as best he could, bracing one hand against the mirror.
Sam gasped and panted as she came down, a satisfied and pleased smile bowing her lips. “Love you, Dean,” she breathed, content and lazy like a cat stretched out in the sunshine.
"Love you, too, Sammie," Dean muttered, still trying to catch his breath. He licked his lips and just stayed put for a second, buried inside her, tired and content. He sighed and licked his lips as he ran his tongue over her skin softly a second before Bobby's voice drew him back to reality.
“You two had better be down in ten minutes!” Bobby’s voice called from downstairs. “You’ve got an appointment with Doc Carver in half an hour!”
Sam groaned and wrinkled her nose. She’d have to clean up really well if she didn’t want the doctor to see her sloppy with Dean’s come. She grinned a moment later, though. She could get used to this; having Dean inside her without a condom. Sure, it was messier, but she could actually feel him all wet and softening inside her. “Bobby’s got great timing. If he’d said that two minutes earlier…”
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out of her with a wet-slick sound and made a face looking at the door. "Yeah, that would have been fun," he answered back with a smile. "I get the shower first unless you want to share," he said, turning it on and getting in after pulling his shirt off.
“I would, but I think I’d better wait. No telling where dad’s at, and if he comes looking for me only to find both of us missing… yeah, no. When we get our own place and dad goes back to hunting, I’ll make it up to you by blowing you in the shower every morning.” Sam grabbed some tissue and wiped away the slick come rolling down her thighs before pulling her shorts up and sneaking out of the bathroom.
Dean smiled as the hot water ran over his body. It felt nice on his relaxed and still hot skin he ran a hand over his face and down his hair as reached for the soap. He would be quick, out of the shower within a few minutes and off to the doctor’s. Dude, he was going to be sitting in a female doctor's office waiting room. What the fuck?
Bobby was waiting when Sam stepped into hers and Dean’s room and she fought not to freeze or blush and give herself away. She wasn’t ashamed of what she and Dean did, but it wasn’t exactly legal. In any state. “Hey, Bobby. Why’re you in here?”
“Figured I’d talk to ya while Dean’s showering and your daddy’s stuffing his face.” Bobby leaned against the wall by the window, arms crossed over his chest. “Got a line on a job if you want it. Diner down on main is looking for a waitress, and if I call Evie she’ll give you the job without asking too many questions. She’ll even make sure you get maternity leave through the state, if you want it.”
Relieved that he hadn’t heard her and Dean’s… liaison in the bathroom, Sam grabbed her bag from the floor and dropped it on the bed before pawing around for clean clothes. “Sure, I’d love a job. I don’t have school to hold me back and I’ll need the money since we can’t really run a credit card scam in a place we’re staying for awhile. Or, well, a place I’m staying for awhile.”
“Yeah, no. Your daddy’s gonna get you and Dean set up in the house and then take off on a hunt, most likely. Dean’ll be working for me and keeping an eye on you while he’s gone. It’ll be easier on you to have your own place, though.” Bobby frowned when Sam’s lips turned down at the mention of Dean keeping an eye on her, and he held up a hand to stall her. “And before you can start complaining that you don’t need to be watched like a kid, lemme tell you it ain’t like that. He’s gonna keep an eye on you because pregnant girls need attention. Simple as that.”
Sam sighed and shook her head. “So, is Doc Carver a man or a woman?”
“Woman, ‘bout as old as dirt, but she’s a good doctor. Figured you wouldn’t want some male doctor all in your business, so I made sure she had a free spot to give you the once over.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” Sam murmured and went over to him, hugging him hard and fast before backing off.
“So, you gonna tell me who got you knocked up?” Bobby asked, unapologetic and determined.
Sam sighed again and shook her head. “I can’t tell you that, Bobby. God knows I wish I could, but I can’t.”
Bobby grunted and shook his head. “Figured I’d give it a try, anyway. You’ll tell me when you can’t keep it to yourself anymore, I figure. You never could keep secrets from me.”
“Yeah, maybe. But, if I ever do tell you, you can’t tell dad or Dean. They’d… they wouldn’t take it very well.” Sam grinned wryly. Hell, Bobby wouldn’t take it well, and he was one of the most open minded individuals that she knew.
“Get a shower and get your ass downstairs. You and Dean are to go to the house after the doctor so you can decide if you can stand living there for more than a week. If not, we’ll find you somewhere else.” Bobby scruffed his hand through her short hair and then left her alone.
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